May 4, 2016

A prose poem after Zbigniew Herbert A quaint perfection settles around the story of Diocletian in his retirement; he who had reluctantly persecuted dissidents at the behest of his counselors. He who had benignly consented to beheadings— he retires to a small villa and becomes a cabbage farmer. The cabbage! A weighty, head-sized and head-shaped […]